Chen Yirou touched her buttocks, her hand coming away wet.
Her face flushed with embarrassment, she glanced angrily at Song Guanchao.
Song Guanchao looked innocent, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything."
Of course, Chen Yirou knew it had nothing to do with him; it was purely a reflex reaction.
She turned around, covering her buttocks with both hands, standing there awkwardly.
Even more awkwardly, she noticed that Song Guanchao's crotch was also wet.
Obviously, she was the cause.
However, Song Guanchao wasn't as embarrassed as her, and didn't seem particularly concerned.
"Let's go over there."
Song Guanchao raised his chin and walked ahead.
Chen Yirou followed behind, and they walked over a hundred meters to a large tree in the neighborhood.
He took out his phone and saw Cheng Xiang had called him several times later.
He called back, "Where are you guys?"
"Following these three young people."
